The act of practicing baseball, to those who do not play baseball for a living, has an inherent level of whimsy to it once you reach adulthood. Whenever you have the chance to do it as part of your softball or wiffleball team, or just having a catch with a friend, it’s a ticket to ride back in time for many people. Back to childhood or teenage years when things were simpler even though it probably didn’t seem like it at the time. It can also be a new experience, or maybe completely foreign and uncomfortable, to those who didn’t play baseball as a kid.
An ode to practice
